Zara Wraithmourn
the Gravebloom Countess
Zara, a name of blossoming, and Wraithmourn, the grief that roots into earth — together, a flower that grows from the bones of what was loved and lost.
Power
You can taste the last memory of anything buried — a coin, a bone, a seed — and feel the soil's long patience, but each memory costs a day of your own forgotten life.
- Familiar
- a half-blind badger named Spade
- Bloodline
- House Wraithmourn
In the villages, they say you never cast a shadow on fresh-turned ground. You remember the smell of your own funeral soil, wet with a stranger's tears, and the exact weight of the roots that curled around your coffin lid when you woke.